Comic Book Boy (A True Story)
Superhero comics
Were all he ever read
His parents nagged away at him
To read some books instead
He searched libraries and bookshops
But nothing he could find
Could match the huge excitement
Comics caused inside his mind
He marvelled at the stories
Called characters his friends
The days dragged by
If issues had cliffhangers at the end
He loved their shiny covers
Their shape and feel and smell
Who wrote and drew and inked them too
One glance and he could tell
The villains were (usually) defeated
Though after quite a fight
The superheroes won the day
And this to him seemed right
As he became an adult
His comic reading stopped
Yet something tugged upon his heart
When passing sci-fi shops
So he bought comics once again
To get that magic back
Just like a train that was derailed
Returning to the track
He vowed he would stick with them
Beyond infinity
And write poems about superheroes and supervillains
Yes, Comic Book Boy is (still) me